"My Money" lyrics

Niggas smoking on that broccoli
I can smell it through the oxygen
Niggas broke, yeah, they pocketless
Feds watching through binoculars
Pop a Perc', pop a Xanny
Baby, welcome to the family
Wise words from my granny
Get your money, fuck a Grammy

Why is you all in your feelings?
Why is you all in my business?
How you my man, but you turned into a witness?
Damn

Got it on the track with Diplo, whoa
I'ma make a young bitch dip low, whoa
Bottles on the way baby sip mo', mo'
Gang, yeah
Got it on the track with Diplo, whoa
I'ma make a thick bitch dip low, whoa
Bottles on the way baby sip mo', mo'
Gang, gang

Pop a bar, pop a pill, Perc'
I'm a soldier, I'm in the field, work
I'm only fucking with the real, yeah
Gang, gang, gang
I'm in L.A. like The Game
I'm a fly nigga, like a plane
She got stupid head, she insane
Gang, gang, gang
Circle small, you can't hang with us
I'm like BlocBoy, I'm in Range
I'm a hot boy, I'm with Wayne
Aye, aye, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you better hop on the train
These niggas fucking with a lame
Ain't no credit card fraud, bitch, I sold cocaine
Whip it, gang

Got it on the track with Diplo, dip
I'ma make a young bitch dip low, dip
Bottles on the way baby sip mo', sip
Gang, gang
Got it on the track with Diplo, whoa
I'ma make a thick bitch dip low, whoa
Bottles on the way baby sip mo', mo'
Gang, gang